And smile away my mortal to Divine !

And the lone garden where thine agony

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Drear wine-press,--by the wilderness out-spread,--

IF God compel thee to this destiny,

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Permitted desolations, comfort mine !

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By thy forsaken Sonship in the red

No deathly angel twixt my face aud thine,

Fell bloody from trｅad.９９csw.ｃoｍhy brow,--by all of those

To die alone, with none beside thy bed

And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee,--

No earthly friend being near me, interpose